Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.